You tell me that you have almost given up,

that there is nothing left to live for but guilt.

You tell me you’ve almost come to the point

where you know you’ll give up,

and stop fighting.

You tell me there isn’t anything left,

that it’s too hard to wake up each morning.

That it’s too hard to get through each day,

that it’s too hard knowing that there will always

always be another day coming, and you don’t know

if you can do it anymore.

You tell me how you’re so tired.

You ask me what to do, but I don’t know what to say anymore.

I’m at a loss for words, I’m at a loss for advice.

The whole world keeps turning,

around and around and around and around and around

but what happened when my own world stops,

what happens when the gears stop working,

and the heart stops beating.

What happens when I am alive in a world, I feel is dead?

I don’t know what to do anymore.

I don’t know what advice to give,

to reassure you that everything is going to be ok,

because I can’t even believe that myself.

Is that clear to you?

I’m sorry, I really am.

But I don’t know what to do anymore.

I try to help, and to listen,

but what can I do?

I try not to cry,

and stay strong,

but what happens when I break?

Where are the stars in this darkness,

where is the light?

Please tell me because I can feel

myself drowning in a sea

of darkness,

and too many possibilities.

How can I help?

We’re just so tired of life,

too many thoughts,

to much silence,

too much darkness,

too much unreal hope.

But that’s all it is.

To us, it’s just a word

that is used to make people

think that life will get better.

Hope is a lie to you and I,

it doesn’t exist, it’s just a dream.

We don’t want you to leave,

if you left us, our world would fall apart

until it was nothing but crumbling dreams,

and broken words, nothing but bloody tears,

and twisted limbs.

It’s too late to turn back and fix our mistakes,

it’s too late to stop the world from turning against you.

The deed is done,

the words have been said,

we cannot go back.

But what can I do to help you?

Please tell me,

because I’m so tired of not knowing what to do,

Please tell me,

because I’m so tired of having to stand by and watch you fall,

without knowing what to do to help.